All my friends are get­ting old

Record Observer - - Religion -

Get­ting old seems to be a long and slow process. The longer it goes the older you get.

I didn’t re­ally think I was get­ting old un­til a few weeks ago I was vis­it­ing with some friends from high school. You know those old high school friends that you had fun with when you were young enough to have fun? And oh boy, what fun we had.

A sharp dif­fer­ence ex­ists be­tween be­ing young and be­ing old. You have to get old to re­ally un­der­stand the dif­fer­ence be­cause when you are young you do not have enough time to think. That’s the prob­lem with young peo­ple to­day. So many things to do and so much tech­nol­ogy they do not have any time left over to think.

Those young whip­per­snap­pers.

There is a huge dif­fer­ence be­tween be­ing young and be­ing old.

When you are young, you en­joy hav­ing lots of fun.

When you are old, you en­joy re­mem­ber­ing all the fun you had when you were young.

The best thing about be­ing old and re­mem­ber­ing those good old days is that you can ex­ag­ger­ate about how good they re­ally were. Even when you are ex­ag­ger­at­ing with friends that shared the same fun, they go along with you.

Whether it is the ab­sence of mem­ory or just want­ing to en­joy fun to its fullest ex­tent, I do not re­ally know.

As my friends and I were talk­ing about the good old days, I hap­pened to no­tice wrinkles on their faces. I did not say any­thing at the time, but they sure looked old to me. Also, I did not quite re­mem­ber how gray their hair was when we were young.

When I was young and hav­ing all that fun, I never gave a thought about how young I was or that I was get­ting older. My whole fo­cus was on the fun el­e­ment of life and I thought that would carry me through the rest of my life.

I re­mem­ber my 20th birth­day very well. I was cel­e­brat­ing get­ting out of those teenage years and be­com­ing an adult. For some rea­son I thought you be­came an adult at 20. Lit­tle did I know that it takes many years to be­come an adult and some do not re­ally make it. I sim­ply as­sume that the older you get, the more fun you can have. Boy, was I ever sur­prised!

Cel­e­brat­ing the good old days is quite re­mark­able. Be­cause in it all, I no­ticed my friends were get­ting older. One of my friends re­peated a story three times and not to em­bar­rass him, I laughed all three times.

Af­ter the meet­ing and driv­ing home, I be­gan to think about my­self. Am I as old as they look?

I was afraid to look in the mir­ror when I got home be­cause I did not know who would be star­ing back at me. Who­ever in­vented mir­rors ought to be shot and then sent to the moon. A mir­ror never tells you the cor­rect story and never tells you how old you re­ally are. It just makes a funny face at you.

My friends may be get­ting old, but I have put my foot down and I have re­fused to get old.

One friend was us­ing a cane and I did not have the heart to ask him why he was us­ing a cane. He hob­bled around and I am not sure if he hurt him­self or if he was just get­ting too old to walk on his own.

I must ad­mit there are some days that I feel old, what­ever that means. Some days I am a lit­tle slower than I was the day be­fore. Over­all, I am not as old as some of my friends look.

There is an old say­ing that says you are only as old as you feel, and I’m not sure what old feels like. I would like to ask my wife, but you know the trou­ble I would be in then!

I did en­joy my visit with those friends, but it did start me think­ing about things I have never thought about be­fore. Some­one said that the 70 is the new 20. I will keep that in mind when I hit that mag­i­cal mark called 70.

When I got home, I shared some of my thoughts with the Gracious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age who just lis­ten very pa­tiently. I went on and on about how old my friends looked.

When I set­tled back in my chair and sipped some cof­fee, she looked at me and said some­thing that rather star­tled me. “I won­der,” she said rather thought­fully, “if your friends are say­ing the same thing about you!”

That was a thought stop­per for sure. What if they were? What if I looked old to them?

Is it re­ally that bad to get old? I thought about that for a mo­ment and then re­al­ized if you stop get­ting older, you’re dead.

“I have been young,” David said rather thought­fully, “and now am old; yet have I not seen the right­eous for­saken, nor his seed beg­ging bread” (Psalm 37:25).

The one I like is, “They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flour­ish­ing” (Psalm 92:14). This one fits me to a T.

Not only are my friends get­ting old, but I’m get­ting old and my goal is to get as old as I pos­si­bly can.

Dr. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with his wife in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att. net. The church web­site is www.whatafel­low­

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